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2 Father, in us thy Son reveal,
Teach us to know and do thy will,
276. C. M. Hart.
Between Sermons. ONCE more we come before our God; O may not duty seem a load,
Nor worship prove a task!
From heaven in Jesus' name,
And put our souls in frame.
To each thy blessing suit ;
Produce a copious fruit.
277. S. M.
The gospel to proclaim;
And every breast inflame. 2 Bid unbelief depart,
Banish the fear of man;
And glorify thy name.
To thy divine control ;
And make the wounded whole. 4 Extend thy conquering arm,
With banner wide unfurld,
And harmonize the world.
278. L. M.. Watts. Holiness and Grace. Titus ii. 10–13. 10 let our lips and lives express,
The holy gospel we profess; So let our works and virtues shine,
To prove the doctrine all divine.
The honours of our Saviour God;
And grace subdues the power of sin. 3 Religion bears our spirits up,
While we expect that blessed hope,
279. C. M. Rippon's Selection.
Not unto us. Psalm cxy. 1.
Blest Lamb, be glory given;
And carried on in heaven.
Accept our weaker lays;
280. C. M. Watls.
Uniting in Worship.
My friends devoutly say,
And keep the solemn day!
The church, adorn'd with grace,
To show his milder face.
3 Up to her courts, with joy unknown,
The hol, tribes repair;
And sits in judgment there.
And while his awful voice
We tremble and rejoice.
And joy a constant guest!
Be her attendants blest.
While life or breath remains ;
281. L. M. Watts.
AR from my thoughts, vain world, be gone Fain would my eyes my Saviour see ;
I wait a visit, Lord, from thee.
And kindles with a pure desire:
282. S. M. Stennett.
The Pleasure of Social Worship.
Where my Redeemer God
And sheds his love abroad! 2 Here, on the mercy-seat,
With radiant glory crown'd, Our joyful eyes behold him sit And smile on all around.
3 To him their prayers and cries
Each humble soul presents; He listens to their broken sighs, And grants them all their
wants. 4 To them his sovereign will
He graciously imparts;;
The “ribute of their hearts. 5 Give me, O Lord, a place
Within thy blest abode,
The servants of my Cod.
283. L. M. Watts.
O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are!
To meet th' assemblies of thy saints. 2 My flesh would rest in thine abode,
My panting heart cries out for God;
So far from all my joys and thee?,
Around thy throne above the sky;
And all their work is praise and love. 4 Blest are the souls that find a place
Within the temple of thy grace;
And seek thy face, and learn thy praise. 5 Blest are the men whose hearts are set
To find the way to Zion's gate ;
They lean upon their helper God. 6 Cheerful they walk with growing strength
T'ill all shall meet in heaven at length;
284. C. M. Watls.
Delight in Worship. My soul how lovely, is the place 'Tis heaven to see his smiling face
E'en in his earthly courts.
His saving power displays,
With kind and quickening rays.
Descends and fills the place,
And sheds abroad his grace.
The secrets of thy will,
And sing thy praises still.
While Jesus is within,
Or live in tents of sin.
285. L. M. Steele The Happiness of Humble Worship. Psalm Ixxxiv.
TOW pleasant, how divinely sweet,
0 Fain would my longing passions meet
The glories of thy presence there. 2 One day within thy sacred gate
Affords more real joy to me,
The meanest place is bliss with thee. 3 God is a sun; our brightest day
From his reviving presence flows ;